My House Is Modern, But I Like

I Felt Beautiful But Also Interrupted. I Wasn't Used To Being So Complicated.

A Novel Is Like A Dream In Which Everyone Is You. They’re All Parts Of Yourself.

It's Not That He Was Going Nowhere, It's That He'd Already Arrived.

I Couldn't Imagine Owning Beauty Like My Mothers. I Wouldn't Dare.

...i Was Tired Of Men. Hanging In Doorways, Standing Too Close, Their Smell Of Beer Or Fifteen-year-old Whiskey. Men Who Didn't Come To The Emergency Room With You, Men Who Left On Christmas Eve. Men Who Slammed The Security Gates, Who Made You Love Them And Then Changed Their Minds.